I loved reading those books.
So, I tried writing one for myself.
Turns out I’m not much of a writer.
But hey, at least I wrote a book.
How many people can say they did that?
The problem I have is that none showed me any support.
People were always telling me that they were also writing a book and that it wasn’t something special.
Even now when I’ve finished mine do they tell me that theirs is coming along well.
I don’t think I’ll ever see any of their books.
But I know I’ll always see mine.
Because I finished mine.
Even if it wasn’t very good.
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